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I work at a ultra hip ping pong bar in Wisconsin. From time to time we get celebrities who enjoy a good game of table tennis. This particular night Frank Caliendo showed up after a stand up show. Frank is one of my favorite comedians and I was pumped up to meet him. He played for about an hour and sat down to eat. I am at the lower end of the totem pole at my job, consisting of picking up ping pong balls and empty cups, so it was going to be hard for me to get a chance to meet him. Two times in a row, almost back to back, a server dropped a tray of drinks on the ground, naturally the clean up is my job. As soon as I finished I noticed a belligerent girl hanging on Mr. Caliendo while he was eating so I hurried over. I was standing face to face with this sloppy mess and Frank Caliendo. Then I attempted to get this girl away saying her friends were looking for her when out of nowhere Frank looked at me and yelled for some space. Shortly after I got her away and to her friends my boss comes up to me with a roll of duct tape and tells me a urinal broke. I thought it was something minor but the tank was literally shattered. After I performed the best duct tape surgery man has ever seen I went out to see Mr. Caliendo left.
Andy Milwaukee





















